THE LITTLE BASTARD

THE LITTLE BASTARD

 

It was all over in a flash,

The little bastard caused the crash.

Silver bullet to Paso Robles, in a dash.

On 466, Hollywood’s finest did smash.

Racing past the tumbleweed,

The little bastard hit the Ford of Turnupseed.

Why the advice didn’t he heed?

Jimmy was gone, the news decreed.

The little bastard did deprive,

On September 30^th of fifty five,

The medics tried frantically to revive,

The greatest actor then alive.

James Dean, legend to this day.

In death, his brooding eyes still hold sway.

Did Jimmy go to heaven, who can say?

But, it was the little bastard

That took him away.

Phil Hall April 2013